Luyện nghe bài hát Sasquatch

After my reputation of whore beaters
Soared to Taco Bell and I ordered gorditas (Mmm, that's good!)
four more, ordered 'em, didn't eat 'em
Then head to Thebe's house for gymnastics
Fantastic, I backflip on beat B
Cause we running shit like the Dingleberry's on cheetahs
Flow colder Papa Joe's or Domino's (Fuck it, whatever, um)
Trashwang scratched the knucks
Got some One Direction tickets, I hit that up
by with puppy signs plastered on the truck
Then see how many of they fans could fit inside the
Move over the and the cannabis
Try to take the van and the whole band to
Fuck the block news and the venues, can't handle us
They can't stand us including fruits that Frank's
The Ku Klan see me and my managers
But thank me when they ask where the Panels is (fuck)
Man, I suck now, I still dope (nope)
But Chris and Rihanna's fuckin' again so still hope
Oh fuck, I went there, balling bitch, I'm Ben's
Y'all barely breaking like Taco's in a thin chair
Old Navy bitches love this gap, yeah this rare
Watch a nigga smile five-year-old child
I'm kicking it with Nak and the nigga Green Mile, it's
Red in this cup so a nigga may seem wild but
That's just all the I was burning a little while ago
Don't let me get of that rifle
Shout my Sage Elsseser and Sean Pablo
by them niggas that skate with a sick style
And some freckled bitches giant peaches that's vile
They did catch that rhino

full of some lost souls
Sergeant of all, it's autumn and Nak just a pothole
Non-cooperative his momma's wishes for college
And labeled a problem since paying for Damianos
So shimmy through the swamp, nigga, me through the foxholes
Moral Orenthal with a pretty bitch in a
Hopped right off the seven and stumbled into some
Threw a punch, got jumped, dusted off and then home
Shit, it's like 6 p.m. and his throbbing
Hand in the by seven, sniff the prescription oxies
Logo in the boxes, all my hostile
Cautious of crosses, scoffing at your doctrines
Bitches augmented stupid as the is
Only slightly, precise to get a pussy nigga two chins
Man these stitches shut the loose lips, stumbled in a Ruth's
Slid into a booth and hid the luggage from his shroom
See, Lionel ball with on the weekend now
And Maui on a scenic route, we on the second now
Small fry got 'em salty, weeded, coughing
Ease up off me, end is breathing easy as barfing
From a breed of doggy, from a different seed and cloth
And teeing off, believe Golf Wang, nigga